Story Title: Anticipation
Summery: When Meteor mutants begin to inject themselves with Kryptonite drugs, trouble starts to appear for Smallvillians. It is up to Clark and Lex to find out who is behind the drugs and protect the meteor mutants of Smallville. Slash (read at your own risk)
Rating: Pg-13 For the presence of drugs and kissing. (and slash)
Disclaimer: Hey, I don't own anything. This belongs to DC comics and the Warner Brothers. Thank you for bringing Smallville and Superman into our lives!
Lawnmowerbubbles memo: I posted early this time!
And a special thanks to:
Lady Ithiliell aka Luna Malfoy: tears of joy thank you for reviewing! I was scared my story was completely forgotten here at fanfiction.net
Chapter 6
Clark mended the fence that lay outside their farm. The sun was disappearing at the horizon, and he gazed directly at it, drawing energy from it before it was gone. When he was finished, he came into the house. Martha welcomed him at the door with a plate in her hands.
"Clark!" she smiled warmly, "I'm glad you're done, I made cookies."
He smiled and started munching away, clearing the plate.
"Save some for dad, huh?" she said.
"Okay," Clark smiled mockingly in her direction and went into the den. He tried to dial Lex's cell, but it was turned off.
"That's weird," he mumbled. He called the mansion's number but the phone line was dead.
"Mom, have we gotten a call from Lex today?" Clark went into the kitchen.
"No. Not today." Martha said warmly. "Oh yeah, Chloe called though, about 5:00 when you were out in the pasture. She wanted to tell you to come to the office when you got home, but it's a little too late right now."
"Ok, I guess Ill see her tomorrow." He said. The phone rang behind him. He reached over and picked it up.
'Clark!!' a voice said on the other line. It was Chloe. He could hear desperation in her voice.
"Chloe?" He said.
'I need you to come over here. Quick! It's sting, he's-'
"Sting?" Clark asked, didn't he know him at school?
'Yeah! Come over here! He's chased me into the boy's locker room! He's gone wack! I need to tal-' An explosion cut her off. The line went dead.
"Chloe? ...Chloe?" Clark hung up the phone.
"Mom, Chloe's in trouble, I need to go."
"Wait, Clark-" Martha said.
Clark disappeared with a swoosh out the door.
Jonathan came in, sweat on his brow, "What was that about?"
"I think its Chloe. Clark needs to be more careful when he runs off like that, it makes me worry..." Martha hugged Jonathan for assurance.
He hugged Martha back, placing a kiss to her head. "He'll be ok, its Clark. We'll head over to the police department soon. I have a feeling something bad is going to happen."
Martha got her purse, heading out the front yard with Jonathan. They drove off quickly, concerned looks on their faces.
Seconds later Clark was at school, in the boy's locker room. He looked around and heard a large crash in the other room across the hallway. Sting was cornering Chloe, his fists clenched, giving off a green glow.
"Give me the password!" He said in a desperate tone, creeping closer to Chloe.
"What are you talking about?" Chloe said, stepping back against the bathroom counter.
"You know what I'm talking about! You should have the missing information somewhere. Lionel should have given it to you when you were working for him!" his fists were clenched at his side. "No harm will come to you, just give it to me!"
Chloe looked over and Clark was at the doorway.
"I have no clue what you're talking about." she said nervously, backing against his all too truthful gaze.
Clark ran to her side and knocked him against the counter sink. Sting jumped back and charged at Clark, fists clenched.
"I guess you can say I'm not surprised you showed up here." He said in a raspy voice as he took a swing at Clark.
"Oh?" Clark said as he dodged and tried to ground him to the floor, "I can't keep but wonder why I always get that from people like you."
Sting flung Clark off of him and got up. Clark landed on the other side of the room.
"Clark! I'm getting help!" Chloe said, as she reached for her cell phone and called the police.
They continued to throw punches and kicks at each other. Sting was slowly loosing stamina; he lunged at Clark in a final attempt to hurt him. Clark moved out of the way, punching him in the side. Sting leaned over in pain and ran out the door out the hallway as fast as he could, taking out a needle of green liquid and injecting it into his skin. He stood up, revived and faced Clark who was running out the door to chase him.
"I need the code, that's all I need. I promise no harm will come to anyone if she gives me the code. But if she doesn't I'll have to kill you." His hands were steadily shaking, he was losing control; Clark could see the fainted green colors of the kryptonite infecting his complexion.
"Why? She said she doesn't have it. What could you possibly need with Luther Corp files anyway?" Clark said in a stern voice.
"It's the missing part of the formula to heal the meteors damage, and Lionel has kept it away from us." he tried to make his way back to the office where Chloe was, this time more pissed than ever when Clark stood in his way. "Please, you don't understand!"
"How about you give me a try? I know more than you think I do." Clark said in a reassuring voice, "But I'd have to warn you though, anything that comes out of Lionel's pocket never can end well, Ill tell you that here and now."
"Who are you?!" He asked in a suspicious voice, the kryptonite was becoming stronger and was slowly taking over him.
"I'm just a friendly neibor," Clark said. He put his hands down and started to approach him slowly.
"No! No one can help me" he said, "nothing but words of Hera!" Clark could see Sting lose himself to the kryptonite. "Go away, I don't want to hurt anymore. I just need to get the code!" He was stepping in and out of the boundaries of control, trying to fight for his sanity.
"Hera?" Clark asked. "Are you the one behind all this? Are you the one who made the drugs? What does Lionel have to do with this? Did he do this to you?"
"That's none of your business, you know too much already, he could have you killed." He said in a slightly more quiet tone.
"Lionel?"
"I said that's none of your business!" he back fisted Clark across the cheek.
Clark slouched over, nursing his red cheek. "Okay," he said, getting up. A small grin shown on his face, "I guess that's enough questions for now."
Chloe peeked from behind the door, a suspicious look on her face. She walked out into the open. Clark flashed an 'are-you-crazy?' look in her direction.
"Chloe get back inside!" Clark said.
"Look," she said to Sting, "There isn't one."
"One what?" Clark asked.
"A password," she said, "At least it wouldn't do any good any way. Lionel had the information destroyed two months ago."
"No! He wouldn't dare!" he rushed over to Chloe and fisted her shirt, "Section 304 in the Luthor research database. There was missing information!"
"No, The scientist in charge of department 304 died in a mysterious plane crash two months ago and was not able to continue her research. Most of the research was lost and inapplicable to the mutant problem anyway. Its all gone." Chloe said.
"No. This cannot be true!" He yelled, "There was a missing part to the research, there has to be more!"
"Even if I had the code to the mainframe at 304, nothing would be there. The information has long been lost, but basic research can be found at a minor information database if you want it, I hacked into it yest-"
"I don't want to hear it," he said solemnly, "You obviously don't know all the facts, typical of a high school news reporter. This is just a minor setback. Only one contact left, but he should definitely know where the missing technology is. We should have him under our thumb right now if Hera is good at persuasion."
"Who? Who knows?" Chloe asked. "Who do you have under your thumb? Who's Hera?"
"Hera is the creator, the one whom has kept us alive and safe. We shall soon have a drug that is flawless if our back up contact is accurate."
"I doubt that anything made of Kryptonite can be flawless." Chloe said sharply.
Clark remembered the dead phone line at the manor. He stared in shock. "No, it couldn't be."
"Clark?" Chloe said.
He rushed to Sting, grabbing him by the shirt and slamming him into the wall, "What have they done to Lex?!" He said, "Where have they taken him?"
"I wonder why someone such as you would care about a Luther. They're the ones who caused this in the first place! " Stings veins constricting in irritation.
"Just tell me what you plan to do to Lex!" Clark said, pounding him further into the wall.
"First we will use him like his father used us and take all that he knows. We should have all the information after that."
"A solution?" Chloe asked.
"Yes" he said, his eyes giving off an eerie glow, "Too bad you won't be able to see it, I promised that you both would be dead before tomorrow if I didn't get the password, ypur going to regret telling me." He strengthened his way out of Clarks grip, gabbing at him with his fists. He took out a case from underneath his coat.
"I've seen you in weakness, Clark. Years ago when Lana would wear the green necklace, you always got an allergic reaction. Oh if only Walgrave knew." Inside was a metallic jade colored blade. He took it out of its case and examined its luminous shine.
Clark stumbled and fell to the floor in weakness. The blade was pure Kryptonite. "Walgrave?" he managed to stutter out, "That's the Scientist Lex hired."
"Best not to think about it, Clark. This is not a dead man's business." Sting reached to stab Clark in the stomach with the blade.
"Looks like your going to have to break your promise to the guys." Chloe came up behind Sting with a fire extinguisher tank and struck him over the head with it. He lay unconscious on the floor, sending a large magnetic pulse through the ground as the drugs wore off.
"Thanks Chloe." Clark said as Chloe sheathed the blade and helped him up.
Clark looked down at the body and then at the door with urgency to leave.
Chloe leaned over sting and felt for a pulse. She put the knife back in its case, observing every aspect of the mutant like any good reporter would do.
"Chloe," Clark said, "Call the police again. Tell them to come to the manor. I have the feeling we're almost to the bottom of this."
"Okay," Chloe turned around and Clark was gone. She sighed, "If I had a dollar for every time he does that..."
Summery: When Meteor mutants begin to inject themselves with Kryptonite drugs, trouble starts to appear for Smallvillians. It is up to Clark and Lex to find out who is behind the drugs and protect the meteor mutants of Smallville. Slash (read at your own risk)
Rating: Pg-13 For the presence of drugs and kissing. (and slash)
Disclaimer: Hey, I don't own anything. This belongs to DC comics and the Warner Brothers. Thank you for bringing Smallville and Superman into our lives!
Lawnmowerbubbles memo: I posted early this time!
And a special thanks to:
Lady Ithiliell aka Luna Malfoy: tears of joy thank you for reviewing! I was scared my story was completely forgotten here at fanfiction.net
Chapter 6
Clark mended the fence that lay outside their farm. The sun was disappearing at the horizon, and he gazed directly at it, drawing energy from it before it was gone. When he was finished, he came into the house. Martha welcomed him at the door with a plate in her hands.
"Clark!" she smiled warmly, "I'm glad you're done, I made cookies."
He smiled and started munching away, clearing the plate.
"Save some for dad, huh?" she said.
"Okay," Clark smiled mockingly in her direction and went into the den. He tried to dial Lex's cell, but it was turned off.
"That's weird," he mumbled. He called the mansion's number but the phone line was dead.
"Mom, have we gotten a call from Lex today?" Clark went into the kitchen.
"No. Not today." Martha said warmly. "Oh yeah, Chloe called though, about 5:00 when you were out in the pasture. She wanted to tell you to come to the office when you got home, but it's a little too late right now."
"Ok, I guess Ill see her tomorrow." He said. The phone rang behind him. He reached over and picked it up.
'Clark!!' a voice said on the other line. It was Chloe. He could hear desperation in her voice.
"Chloe?" He said.
'I need you to come over here. Quick! It's sting, he's-'
"Sting?" Clark asked, didn't he know him at school?
'Yeah! Come over here! He's chased me into the boy's locker room! He's gone wack! I need to tal-' An explosion cut her off. The line went dead.
"Chloe? ...Chloe?" Clark hung up the phone.
"Mom, Chloe's in trouble, I need to go."
"Wait, Clark-" Martha said.
Clark disappeared with a swoosh out the door.
Jonathan came in, sweat on his brow, "What was that about?"
"I think its Chloe. Clark needs to be more careful when he runs off like that, it makes me worry..." Martha hugged Jonathan for assurance.
He hugged Martha back, placing a kiss to her head. "He'll be ok, its Clark. We'll head over to the police department soon. I have a feeling something bad is going to happen."
Martha got her purse, heading out the front yard with Jonathan. They drove off quickly, concerned looks on their faces.
Seconds later Clark was at school, in the boy's locker room. He looked around and heard a large crash in the other room across the hallway. Sting was cornering Chloe, his fists clenched, giving off a green glow.
"Give me the password!" He said in a desperate tone, creeping closer to Chloe.
"What are you talking about?" Chloe said, stepping back against the bathroom counter.
"You know what I'm talking about! You should have the missing information somewhere. Lionel should have given it to you when you were working for him!" his fists were clenched at his side. "No harm will come to you, just give it to me!"
Chloe looked over and Clark was at the doorway.
"I have no clue what you're talking about." she said nervously, backing against his all too truthful gaze.
Clark ran to her side and knocked him against the counter sink. Sting jumped back and charged at Clark, fists clenched.
"I guess you can say I'm not surprised you showed up here." He said in a raspy voice as he took a swing at Clark.
"Oh?" Clark said as he dodged and tried to ground him to the floor, "I can't keep but wonder why I always get that from people like you."
Sting flung Clark off of him and got up. Clark landed on the other side of the room.
"Clark! I'm getting help!" Chloe said, as she reached for her cell phone and called the police.
They continued to throw punches and kicks at each other. Sting was slowly loosing stamina; he lunged at Clark in a final attempt to hurt him. Clark moved out of the way, punching him in the side. Sting leaned over in pain and ran out the door out the hallway as fast as he could, taking out a needle of green liquid and injecting it into his skin. He stood up, revived and faced Clark who was running out the door to chase him.
"I need the code, that's all I need. I promise no harm will come to anyone if she gives me the code. But if she doesn't I'll have to kill you." His hands were steadily shaking, he was losing control; Clark could see the fainted green colors of the kryptonite infecting his complexion.
"Why? She said she doesn't have it. What could you possibly need with Luther Corp files anyway?" Clark said in a stern voice.
"It's the missing part of the formula to heal the meteors damage, and Lionel has kept it away from us." he tried to make his way back to the office where Chloe was, this time more pissed than ever when Clark stood in his way. "Please, you don't understand!"
"How about you give me a try? I know more than you think I do." Clark said in a reassuring voice, "But I'd have to warn you though, anything that comes out of Lionel's pocket never can end well, Ill tell you that here and now."
"Who are you?!" He asked in a suspicious voice, the kryptonite was becoming stronger and was slowly taking over him.
"I'm just a friendly neibor," Clark said. He put his hands down and started to approach him slowly.
"No! No one can help me" he said, "nothing but words of Hera!" Clark could see Sting lose himself to the kryptonite. "Go away, I don't want to hurt anymore. I just need to get the code!" He was stepping in and out of the boundaries of control, trying to fight for his sanity.
"Hera?" Clark asked. "Are you the one behind all this? Are you the one who made the drugs? What does Lionel have to do with this? Did he do this to you?"
"That's none of your business, you know too much already, he could have you killed." He said in a slightly more quiet tone.
"Lionel?"
"I said that's none of your business!" he back fisted Clark across the cheek.
Clark slouched over, nursing his red cheek. "Okay," he said, getting up. A small grin shown on his face, "I guess that's enough questions for now."
Chloe peeked from behind the door, a suspicious look on her face. She walked out into the open. Clark flashed an 'are-you-crazy?' look in her direction.
"Chloe get back inside!" Clark said.
"Look," she said to Sting, "There isn't one."
"One what?" Clark asked.
"A password," she said, "At least it wouldn't do any good any way. Lionel had the information destroyed two months ago."
"No! He wouldn't dare!" he rushed over to Chloe and fisted her shirt, "Section 304 in the Luthor research database. There was missing information!"
"No, The scientist in charge of department 304 died in a mysterious plane crash two months ago and was not able to continue her research. Most of the research was lost and inapplicable to the mutant problem anyway. Its all gone." Chloe said.
"No. This cannot be true!" He yelled, "There was a missing part to the research, there has to be more!"
"Even if I had the code to the mainframe at 304, nothing would be there. The information has long been lost, but basic research can be found at a minor information database if you want it, I hacked into it yest-"
"I don't want to hear it," he said solemnly, "You obviously don't know all the facts, typical of a high school news reporter. This is just a minor setback. Only one contact left, but he should definitely know where the missing technology is. We should have him under our thumb right now if Hera is good at persuasion."
"Who? Who knows?" Chloe asked. "Who do you have under your thumb? Who's Hera?"
"Hera is the creator, the one whom has kept us alive and safe. We shall soon have a drug that is flawless if our back up contact is accurate."
"I doubt that anything made of Kryptonite can be flawless." Chloe said sharply.
Clark remembered the dead phone line at the manor. He stared in shock. "No, it couldn't be."
"Clark?" Chloe said.
He rushed to Sting, grabbing him by the shirt and slamming him into the wall, "What have they done to Lex?!" He said, "Where have they taken him?"
"I wonder why someone such as you would care about a Luther. They're the ones who caused this in the first place! " Stings veins constricting in irritation.
"Just tell me what you plan to do to Lex!" Clark said, pounding him further into the wall.
"First we will use him like his father used us and take all that he knows. We should have all the information after that."
"A solution?" Chloe asked.
"Yes" he said, his eyes giving off an eerie glow, "Too bad you won't be able to see it, I promised that you both would be dead before tomorrow if I didn't get the password, ypur going to regret telling me." He strengthened his way out of Clarks grip, gabbing at him with his fists. He took out a case from underneath his coat.
"I've seen you in weakness, Clark. Years ago when Lana would wear the green necklace, you always got an allergic reaction. Oh if only Walgrave knew." Inside was a metallic jade colored blade. He took it out of its case and examined its luminous shine.
Clark stumbled and fell to the floor in weakness. The blade was pure Kryptonite. "Walgrave?" he managed to stutter out, "That's the Scientist Lex hired."
"Best not to think about it, Clark. This is not a dead man's business." Sting reached to stab Clark in the stomach with the blade.
"Looks like your going to have to break your promise to the guys." Chloe came up behind Sting with a fire extinguisher tank and struck him over the head with it. He lay unconscious on the floor, sending a large magnetic pulse through the ground as the drugs wore off.
"Thanks Chloe." Clark said as Chloe sheathed the blade and helped him up.
Clark looked down at the body and then at the door with urgency to leave.
Chloe leaned over sting and felt for a pulse. She put the knife back in its case, observing every aspect of the mutant like any good reporter would do.
"Chloe," Clark said, "Call the police again. Tell them to come to the manor. I have the feeling we're almost to the bottom of this."
"Okay," Chloe turned around and Clark was gone. She sighed, "If I had a dollar for every time he does that..."